This is a song about "Return of the jedi"

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Afterwards return her to the dirt where the worms shit

Return to the source for the ultimate revel

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Then i burn on the return, popping bernie may schemes

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

Should i die i'll return like the messiah and piss on your car

As we return with a crash, to smash the grime scene

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

About but no one ever gives anything in return without a doubt. im tired of being

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

Inflict me and i'll return the favor ten times afflicted

I'm a jedi so i see three

Must be something you want me to see